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bfb da packman - free joe exotic كلمات الأغنية

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[verse: bfb da packman]
trapped the whole winter
scammed for the summer
came to america wit’ dope in her stomach
spent $1,100 on these valentino runners
we just f_ckin’ for the summer, ‘fore i hit, i change my number
pa—packman on a track? it’s a slapper!
i—i—i’ll jump off a bridge ‘fore i put my d_ck in plastic
i was so f_cked up, that i had to sell plaster
if my b_tch say bless you when you sneeze, you can have her
don’—don’t blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
i don’t like good girls, i like hooker, hooker, hookers
and i don’t sell crack, i’m givin’ n_ggas booger sugar
call the plug, and he pullin’ up on a kawasaki
tell my brother if he catch a body, then i’m tellin’ mommy
hallelujah, jesus christ, but i’m with a thousand ockeys
came up from sellin’ p_ssy, free my n_gga joe exotic
she said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
‘ol lyin’ ass b_tch, my d_ck ain’t that big
cougar b_tch, but she look good, toni braxton
i—i—i—i—i got low self_esteem, i was a fat kid
suck it good, chew it, then swallow, sour patch kid
my b_tch ’bout to leave me ’cause i’m built like patrick
i nut super quick and i be weighin’ down the mattress
on the low, dawg, i’m tired of this fat sh_t
i—i—i—i—i—i—i—i—i ain’t signed to n0body, b_tch, i work for me
b_tch f_cked a opp for revenge, she think she hurtin’ me
caught ’em both slippin’ at the movies, gave ’em first degree
rihanna got awards in that case, b_tch, herpe me
[verse 2: sada baby]
i tell a b_tch if she ain’t suckin’ d_ck, then leave me be (ha)
yeah, i need a freaky hoe to eat the dingalini (on god)
and dough head ring up baby mama off of ching_a_ling
i think she think me and her got a thing (naw)
b_tch, naw, you ain’t gettin’ a d_mn thing but my b_lls (okay!)
don’t reply to yo’ texts, i’m ignorin’ yo’ calls (b_tch)
look, gotta hit the trap, i got plays for that raw (i do)
whole thangs, we got bricks, we got blocks of that dope (we good)
break—break—break—break it down, watch me boogie on that p_ssy while i’m smokin’ bushie (ooh)
huh, baby daddy talkin’ tough, i give that boy a noogie (right)
still make his baby mama stuff a script up in her tushie (i will)
used to skip school wit’ them sticks, playin’ hockey, hood sh_t (heel)
ca—ca—ca—catch a snitch lackin’ on his balcony, tekashi
my asian n_gga keep a hot chop clip, wasabi
packman got some fat fans in the lobby (he do)
skuba steve got some lame n_ggas tryna clout chase (hmm, hmm)
packman ate yo’ grandmama wit’ the pound cakes (hmm, hmm)
skuba steve movin’ that gram down to the shake (hmm, hmm)
hmm, f_ck a pandemic, flint water been f_cked up (hmm, hmm)
huh, ain’t n0body send n0body there to help us (hmm, hmm)
huh, bounce back, shake back, picked our self up (tell ’em)
huh, still trap around this b_tch, the lord blessed us (tell ’em)
huh, i got b_lls in the mail when i wake up (okay)
huh, i might give that b_tch a perc’ if she take one (n_gga, do it)
huh, you can hit that door wit’ no tool, i ‘on’t even take one (do it, do it)
huh, you ain’t never had no topside? we got a1 (alright)
huh, i done ran up a hundred through this quarantine
huh, ain’t sh_t boring ’bout them bands, give me more of him (okay)
you’ll never hear no b_tch say she bored wit’ me (not ever)
you—you’ll never hear no n_gga say he [?] me (not never)
huh, if the n_gga play, then he gon’ be a corpse, huh (on god)
baby dre got the chop’ and a .40
[verse 3: bfb da packman]
i’m s—i’m super healthy, mixin’ syrup with the jamba juice
you ever got head from a fiend that was snaggle toothed?
home depot, when we slide down, we bring them hammers through
chop—chop—chop—chopper wit’ the knife, it’ll slice a n_gga cabbage loose
before i trick wit’ a b_tch, i’ll wear a condom
i—i hate to eat fruit, my diet bad, so she hate to swallow
i’m really f_cked up, they put gin in my baby bottle
tell—tell my brother if he catch another body, i’ma tell my mama
fire top, locked jaw, had to grab the bed
she like perc’ d_ck when we f_ckin’, lemme grab my meds
pop—popped a n_gga, but he didn’t die, he went and grabbed the feds
when i eat yo’ p_ssy from the back, baby, grab my head
ugh, i’m complacent now
k bullets flyin’ through the crib and flipped the place around
was in a 1 bedroom, was lookin’ sp_cious now
va—vacuum seal some rabbit food, voila, i can make a pound
whip a pint wit’ some wood, i’m a lumberjack
n_gga mad his b_tch f_cked me, didn’t even hump her back
instead of slidin’, beefin’ bout a b_tch, you need to dump her ass
this bop stick’ll f_ck a p_rnstar, it got the nuts attached
o—o—okay, listen, i’m ’bout to quit rappin’
i like my b_tches dumb and illiterate, ’cause they get nasty
donut eatin’ got me diabetes, n_gga, f_ck salad
my b_tch cheatin’, fed her to the animals, carole baskin
[verse 4: sada baby]
whip a four, aye, huh (mm)
trap a four piece, huh (mm)
fn, front seat, where ya hoe be (mm)
i—i—i—i—i—i put tints on my nephew huffy bike, keep him lowkey (b_tch)
i ain’t extra, b_tch, you special if you ghostin’ me (uh, yeah)
huh, everybody ’round me rich, how it’s ‘posed to be (uh, yeah)
bi—big booty, b_tt naked b_tch while i roll my weed, lil’ thot (uh, yeah)
i’m a million dollar n_gga, hop on yo’ knees (ah, ah, ah)
you ain’t ever seen 40 thousand in all blue cheese
tell dt put it on the aux, that’s all you need
he gon’ big back drop or pop ’em, watch all you bleed (he do)
huh, watch all y’all die (he do)
huh, watch all you dead (he do)
huh, b_tches get back, gang need all that bread (yeah)
huh, got scopes wit’ the yhaps, we aimin’ at heads (bang)
huh, we scr_pin’ n_ggas whole blocks, they aimin’ at legs (goofy)
like, we gotta get equal, you heard what i said (you hear me?)
huh, like, we gotta get even, you know how we play it (do you hear me?)
like this rifle, illegal, i’m still gon’ spray it (on god)
huh, i might shoot it diagonal and knock off his mans
huh, me and stewie high fivin’, we done dropped a n_gga
huh, me and relative got a smile? know what time it is (huh)
huh, meet taytay on a mile for a pound of mids (yeah)
bout—bout—bouta jugg a n_gga outta town, ain’t stoppin’ sh_t (on god)
nutboy prolly gave yo’ titi a crack rock (for real)
lil’ bro’ll beat yo’ ass if you try some sh_t
duh!

- bfb da packman

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